“This is harassment,” Landon shouted.

In the background, I heard Patricia’s voice muffled, calling out to him.

“Don’t tell them anything, Landon! Hang up the phone!” she screamed.

“I am hanging up,” Landon said. “We will talk to our lawyer when we get back next week.”

“Landon, do not hang up—” Detective Miller started.

The line went dead with a sharp beep.

I looked up at Officer Harris, my eyes wide with fear.

“He is not coming back,” I said.

“He will,” Harris said, his expression grim. “But it will not be on his terms.”

“We are flagging his passport immediately.”

“The moment he touches down at any US airport, he will be taken into custody.”

Sarah walked over and squeezed my hand.

“You have the proof now, Marissa,” she said. “He cannot deny what he did on that tape.”

I looked back at Rowan, his tiny fingers twitching against the soft blanket.

I knew Landon and Patricia would not give up so easily.

They had money, and they had connections in the city.

The phone in my hand buzzed again.